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Ciaran Burke
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Staring into the black pool abyssmy face is an image of distorted wantfeeling the warmth rising to my cheeksinhaling the odours, fruits […]
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Golden liquids, white topping blackempty vessels and glasses half fullnight around the table, sitting highbonded by the past, union of the reunited […]
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Under the elderly limbs of the neglectedonce proud sentries lining thoroughfare their bent shapes overgrown with ivya guard once honoured lines our outbreak.Our […]
Amber jewels trapped on the windowblack broken by a street lightI destroy the vulnerable beautydrawing my finger across the glass.Slowly the tip […]
